Garden to the grave
Carve my name into your body
So when you're in the ground
I am still with you
Weathered by razor storms
Cleansed of my sins by the weight of my blood
A pilgrimage of flesh and steel
Insemination of Belial's womb
A home becomes a tomb
F*ck it up
This house is not a home
This house is my breaking bones
Splintered by every f*cking step I fail to take
Open my wrists
Naught but rotten fruit
My wasted life stains on the edge of a kitchen knife
I tried to act with reason
I tried to dull my blade
No longer will I give out grace
Sometimes there has to be a threat of violence
Carve my name
Garden 2 Grave